Intro: B G#m 

Verse: 1 
B 
I can feel it on my tongue 
Brick and mortar as thick as scripture 
        G#m                    D#m               F# 
Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers 
B 
I babble on until my voice is gone 

Verse: 2 
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks 
                                        G#m            D#m 
Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar 
       F# 
But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing 
      B 
Like molars gnashing 


[Refrão]

F#                                          B 
'Cause like constellations a million years away 
                       G#m      C# 
Every good intention, every good intention 
B                F#                     B 
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array 
                        G#m 
Looking for the faces 
Looking for the shapes in the silence 

Verse: 3 
B 
All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night 
And a matter of time 
                F# 
But I hear the rumble 
As the tectonic plates start to shake 
     B 
And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum 


[Refrão]
 
F#                                         B 
'Cause like constellations a million years away 
                   G#m       C# 
Every good intention, every good intention 
B                F#                     B 
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array 
                G#m 
Clinging to the faces 

Clinging to the shapes in the silence 

Solo 
C# G# C#  B 
D# F# B G#m F# B G# 


[Refrão]

F#                                      B 
Like constellations imploding in the night 
                       G#m           F# 
Everything is turning, everything is turning 
                                                            B 
And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light 
                               G#m 
And everything you thought you knew 
F# 
will fall apart, but you'll be all right 

End 
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